"Yes, director!" Amelia was in a great mood. She couldn't help but turn around, running towards Wesley who was standing on the side, asking, "Wesley, how's my look?" Wesley lifted his gaze, glanced over her, then nodded, "Hmm, not bad." "Really?" Amelia's face lit up in surprise. After all, Wesley had always been critical; she had never heard him praise anyone before! Him saying "not bad" was already a high compliment! Amelia felt a bit smug. With her current appearance, she was sure to outshine Leah! She couldn't wait to see Leah's defeated expression~ She asked, "Where's Leah Phillips? Why hasn't she come out yet? Isn't her makeup simpler than mine?" Someone replied, "She's still in the dressing room, but she should be coming out soon." Just as they finished speaking, they heard a call. "She's here, Leah's here!" The sound was heard, and the people on set instinc

"Leah, didn't you say you were going out to buy fruits? Why haven't you come back yet? Producer Wood is looking for you right now!" "Well, I just took a bite, and you're already calling me..." Leah glanced at Colin beside her, meeting his scrutinizing gaze. She shifted her eyes away, feeling a bit guilty. "Why is Producer Wood looking for me? Is there something wrong?" "Pay attention to the news!" Emily sighed, "You're getting roasted online, and you seem completely oblivious!" "So what?" Leah asked. "There have been negative rumors about you since yesterday, but they didn't make much impact. However, today it suddenly exploded, and your Twitter is in chaos!" Leah got excited, "Really? So my followers must have increased a lot now?" Emily: ... "Your focus is a bit off, isn't it?" Emily's voice sounded disappointed, "Anyway, hurry back. Producer Wood says the negative publicity is getting too big, and we

[Thousand Slayer: Can't do that. My dad said if I don't talk properly with the girl this time, my legs might as well be broken again!] So that's the situation. Diana, the schemer, thought for a moment. [Wait, I'll help you.] Seeing this message, Frank was slightly stunned. Help him? How? Frank suddenly had a bad feeling. He couldn't afford any trouble in his current "special" situation, or his parents would give him a hard time. Just as he was about to ask Diana how she could help, someone appeared next to him. A pat on his shoulder. "Frank, finally found you. There's an urgent matter at the club, they said you need to handle it in person." Jenny, following Diana's instructions, began to showcase her acting skills. "Urgent matter?" Frank was momentarily surprised. "Yeah, I mentioned it to you on the phone earlier. You kept saying you were busy today, so I had no choice but

"Frank, at least give me a chance to pursue you. Even if in the end, you still don't like me, I'll accept it. At least I tried, and I won't feel any regrets." After saying all this, Jenny forced a smile, giving him a bright smile. "That's all I wanted to say, Frank. I'm serious, don't treat me like a little sister. I don't want to be your sister." After these words, Jenny turned around and briskly walked away. Leaving Frank standing there, momentarily bewildered. When Jenny's figure disappeared from their sight, Diana, beside him, ate popcorns, making a couple of clucking sounds. "Hey hey, Jenny's quite something. She's really grown up." Frank remained silent. The palm of his right hand seemed to be heating up. Jenny... It seems she really has "grown up." "Your face is red." "Huh?" Frank snapped back to reality, seeing Diana looking at him with interest. "Your expression i

Emily sat in a chair, somewhat dispirited on the couch, waiting for news from the production team. Suddenly, her phone rang. Seeing the message, Emily excitedly stood up. "Leah, Wood, the producer, just messaged me, saying the crisis of you being removed has been averted. We start shooting tomorrow at 6 am!" Leah lay on the bed, as calm as a seasoned professional. "I got it, I'll be there on time tomorrow." "Yeah, let's act our best and show Amelia that scheming won't work!" Emily exclaimed with determination. "She played so many mind games, all because she's jealous of you, right? Leah, we can't let her look down on us!" Leah replied nonchalantly, "Oh." Curious, Emily asked, "Who are you messaging?" Seemingly ignoring the question, Leah smiled with a hint of mischief, her face radiating a sense of joy. Emily: ...Certainly messaging her Colin Darling again. Emily opened the door and returned to h